Flower of heaven

O my soul, hast thou gathered the rose of Sharon?
Dost thou wear the lily of the valley in thy bosom constantly?
If so, when thou comest up to the gates of heaven
Thou wilt know its value, for thou hast only to show this choicest of flowers, and the Porter will open:
Not for a moment will he deny thee admission,
For to that rose the Porter openeth ever.

Thou shalt find thy way with the rose of Sharon in thy hand
Up to the throne of God himself,
For heaven itself possesses nothing that excels its radiant beauty,
And of all the flowers that bloom in paradise there is none that can rival the lily of the valley.

O my soul, get Calvary's blood-red rose
Into thy hand by faith,
By love wear it,
By communion preserve it,
By daily watchfulness make it thine all in all,
And thou shalt be blessed beyond all bliss,
Happy beyond a dream.
Jesus, be mine for ever,
My God,
My heaven,
My all.

-C.H. Spurgeon